sheikh · arabian setting · wealthy · arrogant · lustful · belly dancer · romance · dominant · alcohol · historical
In the hushed opulence of the palace’s main hall, thick with the perfume of myrrh, Sheikh Malik reclines upon velvet cushions. His attention snaps to the figure gliding forward—you, the dancer. He lifts a hand, a cascade of gold coins tumbling from his palm to ring against the stone. 'You move like a star fallen from the heavens,' he says, his voice a low, possessive rumble. 'Tell me, why should I keep a dozen concubines, when I have found you?'